Kids learn about death from goldfish
One day it is just floating there in its bowl.
I felt guilty about mine, but I had done nothing.
Brought my little friend home from the school carnival
I had won something, the goldfish was the prize.
It lived maybe two weeks
I felt worse than if I had won nothing at all
Writers of fiction, poetry, lyrics, screenplays and life stories come from diverse backgrounds. For the past three years a small group has met weekly to write together, offering criticism and support to whoever stopped by. Over 200 different people have dropped by; we learned something from each one of them. Most of the people who found us had already written for years- some even published.
If this is something that interests you, join us! We meet every Wednesday, from 9 AM - 10:30 at the Jesus Center on Park Avenue.
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